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What's Today's Date?

dealer!ellie x reader

18+ only

happy 4/20!

thinking abt dealer!ellie smoking you out then slutting you out on her strap till you’re hearing colors !

NOT PROOFREAD

Ellie was practically foaming at the mouth the week leading up to the "biggest day of the year" in her words. When you first met your now girlfriend, you were wide eyed and innocent. Never have even thought about putting anything like that substance she loves so much into your body. Confused at what she could have been talking about, you poutted all day. You felt like a terrible girlfriend! You knew it wasn't her birthday or even Joel, her adoptive dad's birthday. Stumpped over what it possibly could be, you dragged yourdelf through your classes.

Ellie told you that she would be very busy working today when you were over at her quaint apartment at the edge of campus last night. You weren't naive...well not as much as some may think. You knew Ellie was a dealer. That much never bothered you. She was careful and never let you come along on deals (no matter how much you begged her). Ellie knew what she was dealing with was not the safest and she'd do anything to keep you safe. You admired that of her. Having someone put you first in all facets of the word was a new expirence for you. Getting used to it was the real challenge.

You were laying in your dorm bed thinking of ways to make it up to Ellie. How could you somehow forget what could possibly be her favorite day of the year! You were beyond frustrated with yourslf when a familair knocking pattern at your door was brought to your attention. You leaped out of bed with a smile on your face, pushing down the guilty feeling bubbling up within. Its been a whole day without seeing or texting your Ellie and you could not believe how much you missed her. Another set of knocks and a loud-

"Baaaaabe, c'mon I gotta surpise!"

Manifested from behind the old wood. You giggled as you opened the door to a very clearly inhibriated Ellie Williams. If you couldn't tell from her low eyes and smirk, the n you could definatley tell from the strong smell rolling off of her. Although you have only smoked a few times (all with Ellie) you thought the aroma of Ellie's natural musk mixed with bud was tantalizing.

"Hi baby." You greet your girlfriend with an amused smile at her state. Ellie immidatley pulls you in for a deep and sensual kiss. Her hands are traveling towards the apex of your thighs, pulling and pushing the soft skin. You let out a soft moan in surpise and pleasure. You separate the kiss, remembering that you are in the middle of your dorm floor.

You look at Ellie with wide eyes, yet her face hasn't changed from the slight smirk that drives you insane.

"Hi princess," Ellie bites her lip, obivioulsy gawking at you in her oversized shirt and sweatpants.

"I missed you, it wouldn't be my favorite holiday I didn't get to spend the rest of the day with my girl." She cheekily pinches the sides of your hips with a smile; she knows exactly what she does to you.

Did she say holiday? Now you were even more confused. What holiday was in the middle of fucking April? Ellie must have picked up on your confusion because she starts to chuckle. You pout, wanting to understand what could possibly be this funny.

"Aw, baby, don't pout," She tries (and fails) to hide her smile.

"I've been so confused all day! It's only thursday." You whine. Ellie couldn't help herslef, she pressed a quick peck into your lips.

"It's okay babe, it's 420 today." She walks into your room and pulls out her infamous case. You immidatley shut the door with a giggle.

"That's today? I thought today was the 18th." You whine at your stupidity.

"I could've skipped classes and stayed with you today!" You pout some more as you sit next to Ellie on your couch. Ellie looks up at you with a disapproving look.

"You know I would've made you go into class. It's been so busy that I ran out of the stash that I sell. Babe I got enough to fucking spoil you so much you have no idea." Ellie moves back from rolling a few to look at you.

"I'm gonna wine and dine you so well you're not gonna be able to walk till next semster." Ellie flashes you her famous smirk that has you pressing your thighs together. Unbeknownst to you, that action doesn't go unoticed by your girlfriend.

To shake those naughty thoughts about Ellie from your head, you move to "smoke-proof" your room. The last thing you want is to set off the buildings fire alarm and get your girlfriend caught. You open your windows and cover your smoke alarm as Ellie watches your every move. Her eyes burning holes into your body. Thoughts of strapping you with the silicon tucked into her pants drives her insane. She has to be patient; at this route, she wont even get to see how you look all fucked out AND high. Ellie adjusts herself on the couch while you get situated next to her.

"You know you don't need to spoil me, babe. You work hard, you deserve your money." Ellie lights the perfectly made blunt and puts it to your mouth.

"Shush, now breathe in for me." You suck in a shaky breath as you can feel the heat spread even more between your damp thighs. You exhale and try not to choke on your breath as Ellie is massaging your lower abdomen.

"God, you look so pretty when you smoke." She bites her lip and puts the blunt back up to your mouth.

Ever since you first smoked with Ellie, she has made it a habit to do everything for you. She prepares, rolls, and even holds the blunt for you. She doesn't want her pretty girl to lift a finger.

After a few hits between the two of you, you gradually start to feel the high. A giddy smile makes way to your mouth as your eyes seem to get lower and lower. Ellie is starting to have trouble controlling herself around you. The higher both of you get, the more needy she become. This obviously having its shared affect on you.

You don't even notice this, but you are bucking your hips up in the air, searching for friction while you watch Ellie finish the last of the substance. Your eyes followed the delicious view of her fingers wraping around the blunt, trailing its way to her puckered lips. She exhales the billowing smoke before ashing out the roach in her the kirby ashtray she made you in her ceramics elective.

Ellie all but tackles you onto your back with a sense of need and urgency. Her rough hands firmly squeeze at your body, groaning at how soft you feel under her shirt. Her slightly chapped lips bruised kisses all across your body. In your heightened state, you couldn't prevent your moans from slipping between your teeth.

"Fuck Els- mph, please." And a conglomerate of pitiful moans excaped you.

Ellie was absolutley eating every single second of you needy and pliant state up. Her deep grunts and remarks of praise were floating through your head, making you dizzy.

"C'mon pretty girl, lemme make you feel so good. You deserve it, baby." Ellie felt the need seep out of her skin. She couldn't hold back. She needed to fuck you, feel you, be inside of you. She needed to taste you and bring you to your high over and over and over again. Just when you think you can't anymore, she needed to do it all over again.

You couldn't stop whining. Everything just felt extra heightened and sensitive. You could feel the rubbing of your nipples against Ellie's shirt and hands making you almost cum on the spot. Your head was filled with one thing and one thing only. Ellie.

You nod your head feriously in agreeance. You needed her lips on you, her hands feeling your hot skin, her- oh. She's been packing this whole time. A wanton moan leaves you as Ellie chuckles.

"C'mon use your words." She rasps in your ear. Her hand trailing down your stomach to the band of the sweatpants you're wearing.

"Please." You mutter as you buck your hips up, begging for her to touch you.

"Please, what? What do you need, baby?" Ellie teases as her hands pull down your pants, leaving your white cotton panties on full display. Her thumb hovers over the damp spot made by your slick with a groan.

"Please touch me, wanna feel good." You feel like crying. You have never felt so aroused and needy in your life. Only Ellie could make you feel this way.

"Atta girl." She smirks before diving in ontop of your damp underwear. Shes sucking and slurping every last drop like a madman and you're seeing stars. Ellie is rutting her hips into the couch, feeling the strap nudge her clit deliciously. She moves your underwear off swiftly, needing to get a tatse of your full essence.

Oh and does Ellie abosolutley go in. You gasp at the intrusion of her tongue in you tight, fluttering hole. Her muscle prodding at all the right places within you. Her hands pushing up the shirt you're wearing to pinch at your nipples. Twisting and tugging at your buds, Ellie cages your legs in between her stong arms to prevent you from moving. Having no where to go, you reach your peak hard and fast. This blindsides you and causes you to squeeze Ellie's head between your thighs as you ride out your high. Ellie could not be any happier then right here between your legs. Shes lapping up your slick.

"Hmph no more Els- too much!" You puff out in laborded breaths. Ellie removes her head from between your thighs. You thought that you couldn't want her to fuck you anymore, but the scene of her jaw soaked in you essence made you squeeze your thighs together.

"Fuck babe, you got one more in you don't you? Huh, my good girl? I need to fuck you on my stap. C'mon pretty thing I know you can do it." Ellie was basically whining with need to put her purple silicon friend into the depths of you.

You gave her a weak nod and she kisses you on your sweaty forehead before removing her ratty jeans. Her strap hangs off her hip, standing proudly before she grabs the bulbous head. Ellie drags the toy up your slick center teasingly before dipping the head into you. The angle rubs against Ellie's abused clit perfectly. You can see her pleasure as she throws her head back.

"I can't take it slow, baby I need to fuck you. God, I need to fuck you right now." Ellie moans as she brings her forehead to yours. You grab onto her cheek and nod.

"'s okay Els, use me. Want you to come f'me, please?" You beg while Ellie's eyes practically roll back into her head.

She pistons her hips with fast and deep thrusts, hitting her clit in the perfect spot everytime. You on the other hand, you're seeing stars. Ellie managed to get deeper then she has ever been while fucking you. You can't tell if it's the high or a combination of both, but shes fucking you so good. The languid sounds of her strap going in and out of you at a mind numbing pace set you spiraling.

"Fuck- ohmygodelsohgod!" Was all that you could muster to speak inbetween incorherent gutteral moans.

Ellie swears it's like she can feel you on her strap. This is the best she has ever felt and that climax is coming fast.

Her grunts mixed with your whines and moans made her work harder. Her strokes start to falter a bit as she beigns to be more vocal. That is when you know that your girl is about to cum.

"Fuck, who's pussy is this, hmm? Who's the only one to fuck you like this? Have you dripping- fuck- have you dripping for them?" She grunts as her pace slows but her thrusts get deeper.

You let out high moans "Youelsohgod- s'you!" You moan. The thread finally breaks within you as Ellie moves her hand inbetween your two bodies. Her dominant hand circling your puffy clit. This causes you to gush out all over her thighs and drench the couch beneath you.

"Oh fuck-" Ellie immedatly cums from seeing you make a mess all over her. You have never squirted before, but now? Ellie thinks shes obsessed.

Her hips slow as she finishes her climax. Shes praising you for how good you did for her before pulling out of you. You whine at the feeling and Ellie sushes you in comfort. After cleaning you both up, Ellie picks you up for you both to relax in your bed.

"You're so hot, babe. I am so making you squirt for the rest of our lives." Ellie smiles.

"Ellieuuhhh!" You shriek and playfully smack your lover.

There is no way you'll forget 420 ever again.

[saintgoths]

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JEALOUS!ELLIE X READER - LUST FOR LOVE.

[PART TWO OF FADE INTO YOU].

WORD COUNT - 2,893.

RATING - 18+. [ellie being a desperate cunt basically, oral sex, scissoring, over-stimulation & squirting, oh and angst!]

SUMMARY - you had moved on and Ellie hates it, but would do anything to get you back.

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You have fulfilled what Ellie had feared, you had moved on and you have moved on quicker than she expected, she had heard the news from Dina who was told by Jesse due to the fact that the current person you were in a relationship with was a friend of Jesse’s, Justin.

Ever since you had started dating Justin, you had not marked Ellie at all; if you were being honest, you had missed Ellie, and it would be a half-truth if you said you weren’t dating Justin as a distraction, the man was sweet and had ticked all the boxes of being an excellent romantic partner.

Forthwith, you had been in Justin’s lodge, he had caught a cold which had made you quite upset since it would mean you couldn’t have him as your patrol partner for tomorrow, he had been your patrol partner this current and previous week. Justin was an excellent patrol partner, protective, skilled and strong, he had always checked up on you to see if you were hurt or bitten. His sweetness was overwhelming, you had wondered if this was all an act because most of the men you had romantically in your life weren’t the kindest.

However, since Justin was sick, and it had meant that someone had to replace him for your shift tomorrow, you had hoped Maria would be kind about who she would replace as your patrol partner. Though, currently, you had made him soup and delivered him multiple medicines to make your boyfriend feel better, presently it was night and you had informed him that you would be sleeping on the couch because you didn’t want to catch the same sickness he owned, but he had pleaded for your presence.

“Please baby,” he hopelessly whined as he reached out for you but you had comically rolled your eyes at him while you had made your way to the doorframe of his bedroom. “Sleep next to me.”

“Justin, I don’t want to get sick,” you smartly replied, “if you weren’t I would have been in bed with you and made you feel better in ways you would’ve loved.”

You had smiled at your sexual innuendo which had made your partner dramatically sob in thought of your sensual behaviour. Albeit, he had let you go and you had peacefully slept on his sofa.

The next day, you had returned to your home to prepare for your current shift, subsequently, you had met up with Maria who was ready to inform you with who you had to patrol with. Maria was a kind lady, stern and straightforward also had the characteristics of a leader, but you had remembered how much she had annoyed you with the lecture she had mailed you after the night you had your party.

You had remembered the words she had used, “disruptive”, “loud”, and “disrespectful”. You were sure most of the complaints had been from Seth, you had never gotten along with that man.

You had greeted the older woman who then politely tapped you on the shoulder, she had a look on her face that had told you that you would not be fond of what she had to tell you. You had not said anything to her but your eyebrows were knitted up as you silently waited for her to tell you what she had to say. “You’re partnered up with Ellie today, I know it’s something you don’t want today, but we’re low with supplies and I’ve been told there’s infected around and you and Ellie make a great team.”

Well, you would’ve made a great team if you two had been keen on each other. You were surprised, but you had kept the startlement to yourself. “Please, be kind to one another and use this time to make up.”

Jokingly, you had furrowed your eyebrows, eyes glistened with curiosity, “had you planned this so the two of us could make up?” You asked, lowly amused by her sneaky attempt.

“Somewhat like that,” Maria hastily commented as Ellie appeared, you had been informed before Ellie as Maria was tactful about it, she had gathered just like you, that Ellie had been avoiding you, so if the leader had informed the red-haired girl before, she was sure Ellie would have done anything to avoid going with you.

It was awkward whilst Maria had delivered the message that the both of you were partnered up, you had kept to yourself while Maria had explained Ellie everything, she had explained to you, when she had completed telling Ellie of her shift, she had shared with you, Maria had then glanced towards you then rebounded towards Ellie. “Like I said, be kind to each other and safe.”

You two had then left to the stables after you had bid Maria a goodbye; your horse was named Stella, she was a ginger mare, known for her stamina and speed and similar to your strength and fortitude. You had waited for Ellie to take her horse, Shimmer but you were quite ahead of her when she had finished her task. Your route out of Jackson was silent, you two were slightly next to each other and this time, Ellie was marginally ahead of you.

Ellie had thought of what happened a week ago and she couldn’t help but scoff about how fast you were to move onto the next piece of meat. You had heard the quick sound she had made but ignored it until the question that had been bubbling in your head eventually popped.

“Why have you been avoiding me?”

Once more, Ellie had scoffed, unbothered to face you, hands suddenly tight on the reigns connected to Shimmer. “Why are you avoiding me?” She foolishly repeated.

“Yeah,” you silently muttered, “why are you avoiding me?”

“Didn’t you kick me out?” She bluntly reminded you, “it would be stupid for me to come back to you and act like nothing happened.”

Well, she had practically slut-shamed you, so if someone had the right to avoid the other, it would be you. Gently, you clicked your tongue while you fiddled with your necklace Justin had given you as a late birthday present, the Williams girl had noticed your small action but had said nothing about it.

The rest of the patrol had involved you two searching for supplies and killing off the infected Maria had been informed about. The both of you had almost been close to one of your bases, and you had decided to use the time to speak again. “That doesn’t mean you have to deny every invitation Jesse or Dina give you, especially in settings where I’m there.”

“You’re almost pushing them to the point where they have to do functions without me so you can come.”

You didn’t want it to become this bad, it had upset both Dina and Jesse because they had missed having the group together. “If I do come then that means I’ll have to see you with that Justin dude.”

You had raised the both of your eyebrows, startled as you pieced together what she had informed you. “Is this what it was all about?” You quickly questioned, “because I moved on with Justin?”

“Maybe it is,” Ellie shrugged as she tried to push the jealousy, she had for the both of you out of her mind. “You did exactly what you denied you would do, you moved on when I did the slightest thing wrong.”

You had remained silent while the two of you made it to the base after you had tied your horses to stable poles so you could relax in the post that was known for its loud and alcohol. You had relaxed on the nearest sofa, fingers fidgeted with the jewellery around your neck as your mind was submerged with dozens of thoughts and ways to start another conversation with the stubborn girl who sat beside you, there was a gap between the both of you, the gap then filled with the presence of her bag.

“I don’t want to keep fighting with you,” you lightly muttered.

“You always give me a reason to.”

You had pressed your lips together and you had sworn you would’ve broken your necklace, Ellie was so difficult, you had matched her energy so it was an endless dispute between the two of you. “Where did you get your necklace?”

“Justin gave it to me as a birthday present.”

She snorted, it’s almost as if she had wanted to piss you off, make you feel like it was a terrible decision to be romantically partnered with the man who had been nothing but kind to you. You had pouted while you looked down at your legs, fingers still wrapped around the necklace, “at least he got me a present,” you pouted whilst you had avoided Ellie’s look who responded with silence until the woman picked up her backpack and unzipped the bag to reveal a small box she had kept in her gear.

It was disclosed to be a bracelet, the jewellery was handmade but it was very detailed and looked valuable, you had stared at it with awe as Ellie dangled the piece in front of you, “I wanted to give it to you during your birthday party, but couldn’t…” she sheepishly trailed off while you had taken the object from her and put it on yourself while you had observed that the trinket had both of your initials.

“It’s pretty, thank you Ellie,” you had gingerly smiled as you continued to examine the developed and itemized bracelet. You hadn’t known what came over you but you were sure you would regret it the next day, your lips confined with Ellie’s, your slender hands were clasped around her face, eyes closed and heated by her short act of kindness.

You didn’t understand why it was so easy for you to fall into Ellie’s arms, feasibly, it could have been the time away you had from each other that had you eager to have her again. You two had mutually taken off each other’s clothes, Ellie’s rough fingers competently found way between your legs and brushed against your bud, you had moaned into her mouth as she had gulled with your cunt, she had known how to play with your body better than anyone else that has touched you, she had always caused you to fall into a love drunk state which perhaps could have been the reason why you had briskly fallen into her arms again.

She had your back pressed against the sofa, legs widely spread as her face was currently enclosed by your cunt, she was always rough with her oral sex, her attention always intent and enfolded with your pearl she was invariably obsessed with, she had perpetually loved your taste, the tanginess and explosive nectar always kept her going, her two digits in your pussy and her heavy tongue lapped against your clit. You had arched your back, jewelled hand had planted in her hair as you animalistically rubbed your cunt against her face, your cries high and lewd.

With you overstimulated, Ellie’s tongue had fallen flat against your heated area, her coloured eyes stuck and fixated with your appearance, your choppy movements as you could feel yourself almost close with an orgasm. “Ellie, just like that!” You shamelessly whined, “just like that Ellie,” you hysterically pleaded during the time that your sweet ambrosia leaked into her mouth, Ellie eagerly belted and devoured your tangy nectar then pulled herself from your cunt after she kissed your pussy with a couple more licks ere she urged her mouth against yours once more.

With her fingers against her clit to prepare herself, the red-haired woman positioned her bud against yours, vulgar and lustful to have you cum again. She had moved her hands to your breasts and tightly fiddled with your nipples while she moved her cunt against yours, the sour and intense feeling enough to make you squeal into her mouth as she humped your heated area rabidly. She used your cunt like an animal maniacally pleasing itself, obsessed and determined to dominate you, the nails of her fingers dug into the skin of the sofa as she drawled the rhythm of her hip moving, sending you into a complete crazed edge.

“Fuck,” she chanted before she cloaked her lips around your nipple and drastically lapped her tongue against your tit, her body caved in against yours as she succumbed into her coarse and sharp desires and brambly caressed and fondled her clit against yours, her eyes tightly closed as her fingers moved from the sofa and to your highly positioned leg, her nails gently pierced into your skin, the afflictive bliss egged you into an elated climatic state.

Ellie’s crude and filthy pornographic shape, dogged and obstinate as she shortly orgasmed against your cunt, but firm on stroking herself against you to ride you into an over-aroused matter, you had loudly whimpered and moaned in relations to her tormenting stance, still, intoxicated by lust you had drowned into her provoking state and had squirted again; satisfied, the auburn-haired girl had pulled herself away from you.

It was silent while the two of you had put on back your attire, you had felt an immense guilt strike over you and you had wondered why that intense feeling hadn’t come before you had kissed Ellie. It seemed as if Ellie had taken a note of your convicted state and had lightly nudged you, “what’s wrong?” She questioned, sincerely oblivious to why you had seemed so disrupted.

You had nimbly choked a laugh at her inquiry whilst you had tied your laces you had looked at her as if she was futile. “What’s wrong?” You carefully repeated, “I’m a terrible girlfriend, that’s what’s wrong.”

“It’s not your fault,” Ellie mumbled but you shook your head.

“I kissed you first,” you argued as you stood up to your feet. “I have to tell him.”

Evidently, against the idea, Ellie gently shook her head. “He doesn’t need to know.”

With your shoulders slumped, doubtlessly shaken by the culpability and error you had just done. “Then what else can I do?” You asked severely stern on making yourself feel improved, Ellie, anxious, had responded with silence, her eyes big with alarm and angst of having to lose you again, “we can just continue not seeing each other.”

God, you were always one to choose the option that had Ellie feel abhorrent. “That doesn’t need to happen.”

“Yes, it does,” you painfully replied, “we pretend that this never happened, you can continue on your-hating-me hill and I can continue having a relationship with Justin.”

“Why do you need to still date him?” Ellie gratingly asked, taken aback that you had still wanted to have a romantic bond with the man, she had felt and believed that the connection you had with him wasn’t one you were genuinely happy with, and she was right, you were someone who loved to have a fiery and foolhardy romantic love life, Justin gave you the opposite of that. He was calm and gentle.

“He’s a good person, he’s good to me,” you hopelessly replied, desperate to move Ellie from the animosity she had for your relationship with him. “I’m sure the two of you would be good friends too.”

Ellie laughably scoffed at your statement, she had now been determined to leave the base, she had picked up her bag and swung it onto her shoulders, yet, she still made effort to look at you, an inquisitive question imprinted in her mind. “Is he more important than me?”

Your eyes widened at her inquiry, surprised to the fact that she would ask such a bold question, but, you had already had the answer in your mind, and it was one she had already knew. “No, he’s not,” you truthfully responded, disgraced that you hadn’t been able to successfully move from Ellie.

“Then break up with him and be with me,” she desperately pleaded, she had moved from her original position and closer to you, her hand had cupped your face that had been suffocated with the state of confusion. Ellie had pressed her forehead against yours, disturbingly in love with you and open to do whatever she’d have to do to get you back. “I’ll be better for you, and I’ll make you happier than him, please [Y/N].”

Your noses had gently stroked one another as you had drowned yourself in thought, Justin was a good man, he was good to you, and loved you in ways you thought a man couldn’t, he had given you what you thought you should have in love, but Ellie, as much as she had put you in situations where you had been a crying mess, had still been able to put you in scenarios where you had felt like the most special person in the world and you had liked that feeling more than you had liked being with Justin.

You had made your mind up, drastically driven by lust and infatuation; you had given into Ellie, and you had felt like you had chosen a choice that would bring all variety of chaos, but, yet, within that chaos you’d still be with Ellie. “Fine, I’ll break up with him.”

songs that fit this song ⬎

⟶ lana del rey ft the weeknd - lust for life. [evidently]

⟶ cafuné - tek it.

⟶ ariana grande - break up with your girlfriend, i'm bored.

⟶ rae sremmurd - guatemala.

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@daenerysluvrr thank you for the comment! and thank you for everyone else who supported fade into you! :)

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[supeskenobi]

Cute couples costume idea:

[im-not-a-virgo-im-a-lesbo]

I need to know something

I feel like most of the fan base are lesbians, so I'm trying to see if that's correct and I didn't just make that up.

Reblog for a bigger sample size!!

[vdearest]

– joel & ellie: grief

(do not stand on my grave and weep, clare harner)

[look4thelight]

Random Ellie Photomodes

The Last of Us Part II

[washingtonleagueoffurries]

Dark Horse be releasing all these new tlouii gaming statues of clickers instead of more interesting characters

[toadlikespancakes]

I really like the idea of Abby and Joel working together :) they'd be good buds if certain things didn't happen.

[tacfarinas]

the last of us part ii is like the iliad. to me

[born4playde]

THE LAST OF US PART II | Headbanner & Spielprofil

!!! SPOILER ALARM !!! 7 Jahre nach dem ersten Teil von The Last of Us erschien der langerwartete und heißersehnte Part II. Die Geschichte um Ellie und Joel wird weitererzählt und leider endet diese für Joel nicht gut, wie viele in der Community schon vor der Veröffentlichung vermutet haben. Continue reading Untitled

[dnvrsmedia]

bindi ( @prrimordiais ) gave me this wonderful idea of abby wearing a bikini & good god…

just imagining abby taking you to the beach on a nice summer day. the bikini top cupping her small, muscular chest just right as it shows off the dips and curves of her muscles. her delicious abs on sight and glistening from the hot summer sun. her thighs…god her delicious meaty thighs on display. you’re absolutely drooling over how sexy she looks. her hair promptly down flowing with the slight breeze making you squeeze your thighs together.

when you get back from the beach you’re untying her bikini with your teeth; trailing kisses, bites, and light scratches down her sun bitten skin. delving into her core as you suck, prod, and lick her essence until she’s bucking her hips for more. making her finish over and over and over until she can’t anymore.

god buff women make me so feral…

[saintgoths]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-ꜰᴏᴜʀ

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR - NOT ALLOWED.

WORDS - 2,403.

RATING - 18+. [miscommunication, sexual assault, alcohol and drug consumption].

SUMMARY - stubborn to her beliefs ivy walks into a situation she doesnt understand thus sauntering into a scenario she wished she hadn’t.

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this chapter is really going to be heavy! but the act is not going to be written but implied! i'll put a warning before it happens. the warning [***]

15th of JUNE 2017

Married, were Isabella and Kai, the Oraphim were deliberate and austere about people in their community to be espoused to another, the two had no problem being with each other, throughout the years in the society, the two people had no troubles growing closer to one another, loving each other, mentally and physically; they were enamoured and lovesick.

Kai was devoted to the Oraphim religion and Isabella had always been distrustful and cagey about it, she had ben unsure the moment Kai had informed her about the religion before they arrived in the Oraphim community. Typically, Isabella would keep her thoughts to herself, but the bothered look she wore currently was too clear for it to be unnoticed by her husband, he had paused what he had been doing and neared his presence towards Isabella’s uncomfortable physique. She was slightly hunched and her face was pouted, Kai had observed that his wife would usually do that whenever she overthought about a topic she abhorred.

“What’s wrong?” Kai inquisitively questioned, his warm form gingerly comforted the young woman who avoided to answer his inquiry, she had said nothing but softly moved away from him, her avoidant nature caused him to pull her smaller body into his balmy figure, kindly embraced her as he pleaded his lover to express what she had been holding in.

Isabella eluded his stare, nervous to what she had to say. “You won’t like it.”

“I will be fine with whatever you say, Bella.”

Shortly, Isabella clenched her jaw fore she turned to look into his eyes, serious and solemn about her thoughts. “Do you genuinely believe in the Oraphim religion?”

“Yes,” he briskly replied, deliberate and grave about his belief, but with the deadpan expression Isabella had on her face, entailed that she was unmoved but bothered. “They’re a good religion and they teach people to be good,” he desperately contested just as Isabella shrugged his arms off her.

“What about the missing people?” She asked, “the missing people who were just as devoted to you in the Oraphim religion, where are they?”

Frustrated, Kai had licked the bottom of his lips, she was correct, there were numerous of people who were more devoted and faithful to the Oraphim religion than Kai ever would be, they had vanished, no traces of them left but memories.

“The missing people are probably working with the Ophanim,” Kai impugned gingerly defeated with her challenge.

Isabella scoffed at him in disbelief of his devoted delusion; the Ophanim is main leader of the Oraphim society, he founded and built the community with his disciples as he preached his word during the process of the plot being created. Throughout time, people have become faithful and dependent on him, wanted to work by him so they could be accepted by God. The Ophanim was seen as the last apostle of Christ and the only way to communicate with the Ophanim was to send him letters.

“Without the approval of the Ophanim we wouldn’t have been able to receive a spot,” Kai truthfully informed, in hopeless anticipation to win the dispute. “I’m grateful that you’re worrying about me, but I’m okay, you’re safe here, we’re safe here.”

Smoothly, Isabella let down her shoulders, drained in relations of the bothersome bicker she shared with her husband. She had remained silent, quietly still thought strong of her side of the dispute but with Kai’s delusional faith there would be a lack of progress to win.

Weary, Kai pressed his lips delicately against her forehead before he placed them against her lips ere he resumed his previous task.

Cemented and grounded in a reverie, eyes tightly shut but had been fought with them to ajar, Venus repeatedly urged herself to wake from the trance, her plead deep and tall but when she conclusively woke up, she briskly observed that she had pointed one of her mother’s acute and pointed kitchen knives before her face. Surprised, Venus hastily put the knife away and hurried up to the second floor.

Deep into her thoughts, she hadn’t remarked that Scarlett was in front of her and unwittingly bumped into the blond girl, stunned by the collision, Venus looked up and bored into her coloured eyes just as Scarlett beamed into Venus’ brown orbs, “what are you doing up?” Scarlett curiously inquired.

Venus softly took a step back, “what are you doing up?” She asked back.

“I dunno,” she shrugged, “I felt as if something was off so I went to check up on you.”

“I was just getting some water,” Venus plainly lied and Scarlett beckoned her head, acceptant to her reply.

“Well, you should go back to bed,” Scarlett kindly instructed but caught the quick frown that appeared on the younger girl’s face.

Scarlett gently raised her eyebrows, quietly gestured Venus to tell her what’s going on. Venus and Scarlett were comfortable around each other, the other family members were actually surprised when they observed that Venus grew close with the blond girl, knowing how aloof and anti-social Venus could be, they believed it would have taken months for the two to grow close.

“I can’t sleep,” Venus lightly mumbled, she had unintentionally played with her fingers, her face read a tiny insecure, Scarlett revealed a small smile.

She knew how shy Venus could get when it came to sharing her problems, “you can sleep next to me for the night,” Scarlett kindly suggested moreover, Venus was quick to agree to the implication and trailed behind Scarlett into her room.

Joel gently paraded into Three Sisters, his fad mission to search for his partner, hastily noticed that Isabella was not out of the kitchen, he quickly commanded for one of the staffs to escort her out of the cuisine and patiently waited for her arrival.

Isabella was quick to walk out of her workspace, content to see Joel but curious to why he asked for her presence. The two had kissed once they were in each other’s energies, Isabella first to pull away, suspicious to why he had called for her, “is there anything you need? If you hadn’t noticed, I’m busy in the kitchen.”

“I just wanted to see you,” he replied, his simple answer had caused Isabella to pull a face, Joel laughed at her comeback, his large hand grabbed her left arm to bring her closer to him, “Esther told me about the interaction you two shared the other day,” caught red-handed, Isabella scrunched her face at what he had brought up, which had caused Joel to chuckled even more, “don’t worry I found it cute when she told me.”

“I was surprised when I found out that Esther was your ex,” she candidly told him, the looks behind her eyes full with comical judgement.

Joel arched both of his eyebrows, nosy and impertinent about her fanciful behaviour. “Was I supposed to tell you?”

“No, I was just surprised on how recent the break up was,” she replied while Venus and Scarlett sauntered into the diner both clothed in the new attire Ivy had made for them, the garments layered and warm enough to prepare and thaw the girls in this icy weather. “Where’s Robin?” The matriarch asked and the two girls glanced at each other before they returned their stare towards the older woman and bounced their shoulders.

“He’s waiting for me,” Joel nonchalantly replied to only receive a nudge from his lover.

“Now, how about you go to Robin,” she strictly ordered her eyes ludicrously sharp.

“Yes ma’am,” he briskly followed in the act of walking out of Three Sisters and departed the girls alone, Isabella comically clicked her tongue just as she returned to the young ladies to ask them what they wanted to eat, moreover, after they had happily versed the older woman what they wanted to eat, she had smoothly rebounded to the kitchen to prepare their fare.

The instant Isabella had completed to cook their meals, she had returned to the girls and provided them with the food, they had thanked the Rosalind matriarch fore they dug into their fare, proud of her accomplishment, Isabella had remained close to Venus and Scarlett, Scarlett had rose her head towards Isabella, curious in relations to her romantic bond with Joel.

“When did you and Joel meet?” Scarlett curiously questioned, her light eyes glistened with inquiry, intrigued about the popular couple.

“We met during the week we moved in, I noticed him first and he was really grumpy,” Isabella verily replied genuinely nostalgic about their first encounter.

“Yeah, mum had a huge crush on him, it was so funny,” Venus inanely teased, her eyes comically fiendish and Isabella sent her a look, hands on her hips just as a matron listed into the diner.

The three ladies hadn’t paid the woman any attention just before she called out to Scarlett, the young girl had curved her vision towards the woman, eyes marginally wide while she remarked who the matron was. “That’s my mother, Ophelia.”

Promptly, Isabella walked around to instantly protect Scarlett, forthwith with her anger, Ophelia rapidly darted her eyes towards Isabella, in attempt to intimidate the woman she highlighted her height, her figure stalked over Isabella yet the Rosalind woman hadn’t backed down, eyes cruelly glared at the blond woman before her.

“You’re the one who took Scarlett?”

“You can say that,” Isabella briskly retorted, her tone sharp, showing no sign of cowing and coercion.

Ophelia lightly moved her sight to Scarlett, who sat on the diner chair with remorse that she had put Isabella in this demoralising position.

“Give her back to me.”

Isabella rudely, furrowed her eyebrow, “no.”

The diner, silent, all attention given towards the circumstance, everyone acute and keen to what Ophelia would do next, furthermore, Scarlett had remarked the motion Ophelia would make ere she would strike someone, thus, she had quickly confronted her mother, forcibly separated Isabella and Ophelia, damned and liable, she had looked up towards Isabella, damned, “I’ll go.”

Confused, Isabella furrowed her eyebrows, ready to deny Scarlett’s request. “Why would you want to go back?” She rapidly questioned, stunned towards Scarlett’s choice.

“I’ll be fine,” Scarlett softly whispered, her eyes laced with anguish and affliction, but her motives genuine. Scarlett had turned her view to Venus who hunkered on her seat, her expression hard to read but internally she felt, not disappointed, but unfortunate.

Ivy had just rebounded from a successful group patrol she had shared with her main patrol partner Rowan Sparke, the additional individuals who joined the group patrol were not all a part of her age group, some of them were older around their late twenties or early thirties; the Rosalind girl had been praised for her bravery and credentials, along with Rowan’s usual teasing behaviour.

The moment she had finished cleaning and preparing herself she had tasked herself to go to Ellie’s cabin, Ellie was a private person, always kept her door cinched, yet there was always a first for everything, Ivy had opened Ellie’s unbolted door, met with the comforted state and stance both Ellie and Dina had themselves in.

Nimbly noticed the shocked and dismayed expression penned all over Ivy’s face, her stunned façade now replaced with realisation then disappointment. “Ivy, I promise it’s not what it looks like!” Ellie urgently conveyed, verily stunned at the timing the Rosalind girl had arrived.

“You don’t need to explain anything,” Ivy rudely muttered just as she exited the cabin and closed the door behind her, her mind clouded and screened, using her nebulous thoughts to walk herself to her main patrol-partner Rowan’s home.

Her knocking seemed urgent enough for Rowan to rush downstairs, ere he heard his mother yell for him to open the door. Surprised to detect Ivy in front of him was enough to briskly pull Ivy into his large cabin he shared with his mother, his matriarch walked past and did spare time to greet Ivy who stood there, in hopes to lose sight of what had just happened.

The small conversation between the trio was short, Rowan’s mother was quick to leave the two youngsters alone, she had returned to the kitchen while Ivy’s body curved to Rowan, her arms wrapped around her body, face insecure, Ivy was already a laid-back person, but she seemed more quiet than usual.

“You were right,” Ivy whispered during the moment they had moved to his bedroom, Ivy had explained everything she had saw when she walked into Ellie’s cabin, and severely regretted taking any part of that friendship group, Rowan was quick to put down his comical nature and was brisk to reassure her.

They had both sat on his bed, in comfortable silence, to calm her down, Rowan had offered her alcohol and weed in which she had blatantly agreed to, she would’ve rather been under the influence than be swallowed by the awkward and severe emotions of heartbreak.

The two had still spoke, joked with each other and shared stimulants and pills to develop into a happier state, their comments slurred and their laughs libel.

“You had everyone’s attention,” Rowan joked, nostalgic, “you were like a breath of fresh air, more like perfumed fresh air, you smelt really good.”

***Ivy giggled, rested against his shoulder, silently and hopelessly requested that she had the ability to turn back time to just only befriend Rowan. She had barely looked up more-over, Rowan had hastily pushed his mouth against hers, shocked, Ivy froze just as he continued to caress her, but the moment she had the strength to pull herself back from him, she had stared at Rowan, thrown aback.

“Rowan, I only see you as a friend,” Ivy shakily breathed, her eyes wet, startled, but Rowan had grabbed her wrists, his train of thoughts in denial of Ivy’s comment.

“But you came to me when you found out Ellie had cheated on you with Dina.”

“I came to you because you’re my friend!”

Anxious, she had attempted to pull herself from Rowan, though, the pills and booze too capable for the Rosalind woman to fight him off, and she could feel her body flop under his touch, “you want this,” Rowan compelled, his tone unwrinkled and steady, Ivy’s lips pouted, unwittingly allowed the Sparke male to use her body, silent, she had held back her utterance in hopes that he would soon finish.

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[mythtiide]

god usually stuff like that doesnt get to me, but ohhhh my god im gonna beat the shit out of abby and co

[joeloverture]

im fucking serious by the way

be critical of what you are consuming. be critical of its creators. be critical of everything, because by being quiet you are complicit. it makes me NAUSEOUS that colonization is going not only excused, but PRAISED by world powers.

BE. CRITICAL.

tlou II is described as the cycle of violence, mirroring neil druckmann (show runner and creator’s) views, suggesting that palestinians EARNED the atrocities that israel is responsible for.

if you can cry over joel — a fictional character’s — death, you can cry over every single palestinian martyr that ive seen blown to shreds, starved, and mutilated on my timeline.

tlou II has A LAUNDRY LIST of problems. and coming at a time where much of the world is, bafflingly, on the side of genocide, it is CRUCIAL that we do not promote these lines of thinking.

neil painted seraphites as palestinian caricatures. abby is white savior ideology in one character.

neil tries to say we’re all human with tlouII. that there are no innocents in this conflict.

that is wrong. people are dying. the art you consume has real world implications.

fuck you if you think otherwise.

[cinnamonglaive]

abby is a dyke you idiot

I had a snippy response to this where I pointed out that I, too, am a dyke, but I deleted it.

Anyway I think it’s reductive to her character in TLOUii if you don’t think she was in love with Owen for at least some stretch of her life. I’m an Owen h8r myself but that doesn’t really matter here! She loved Owen, her single-minded desire for violent revenge against Joel drove them apart, and we see in Seattle that’s she’s dealing with the fallout of that action. Abby still likes Owen and he’s still physically attracted to her (infamous boat scene) but she couldn’t change into a healthier person fast enough to keep him. Abby couldn’t be a better friend to Mel, who catches a lot of flak for trying to make Abby see how her actions were hurting others. Owen’s with Mel, they’re having a kid, they’re planning to leave Seattle, and both resent Abby for the way she’s still entangled with a) violence and b) Owen.

Owen is (god this feels wrong to say) his own nuanced character! He saw Abby grow from a young, idealistic girl to a feared, out-of-control machine. And part of him wanted a family and more temperate partner in Mel, and part of him still wanted Abby.

So yeah I think seeing all that go down in TLOUii and concluding “oh she’s a closet case fer sure” takes away from the message that revenge cycles are destructive to everyone in them.